We arE motionS tale

We arE motionS tale

Again, they scream adapt!
They scream change!
I finally wonder can I?
The hostile days from where I have come,
Does not have me readily on standby.

After all,
After every long fought night is a new evolution
Now, with others alike, I finally wish to conserve.
Revolutions do not always begin from the bottom up,
Time has come for us to preserve!

We spout back:
“You adapt, you change!”
You rarely even entertain if you‘re capable.
Come your turn to give back,
Unnecessary battles become the only way to break you.

Your dreams don’t equate my reality,
But our realities perpetuates your dream!
Our vitriol swells in this monstrous of a culture-
Selling us various forms of hallucinatory capital,
As you pick at us living dead like the vulture.

We plant the seeds that grow your arms wider!
Ever since the days of our fathers!
But you resist change for the better?
I swear we have been standing face to face with Lady Liberty all this time
And most of us have never even met her!

Produce some earnest scruples instead of capital!
Manifest our destiny!
America, constantly we are motion’s tale!
We will Love you no more!
No, not if you wear emotion stale.

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"

Gripping Points

Gripping Points

My hands climb your figure like a mountain side,
Surveying the gripping points you possess.
I appreciate your hands doing the same
While we kiss with our tongues like we're at war-
A sexual war affair.
I feel your curves
And immediately know
Every twist and bend of your flesh
Will serve a purpose.
I genuinely began with your eyes,
Since they did have a grip on me.
You're full in hips,
The best reference point to steady and pace the rides.
Pleasantly thick from top to bottom,
Allows so much to be given while getting.
Your hair,
Flows down your back,
Which is like a magnet to my palms and fingers
And I don't want to pull away.
No, not yet.
You grab below,
Entering lock and key,
Propelling us to the point of no return.
I playfully battle with your hands-
The obvious gripping points-
Enclosed with each of my own.
Trying to regain control
You're overpowered by the pleasurable pain.
Still you never just remain still.
Our energy drives us to switch positions every now and then-

You top us off as I direct our gyrations at your waist.
My hands go lower and clutch your thickness.
You lean on my chest as if for better posture,
And ride.
I then turn us around-
You twice over, so that you're on your stomach-
And you can barely stomach me
As I bottom out within.
From your belly to our sides,
My only gripping points are your breasts,
One in each hand.
Let one go
And I prop a leg to the ceiling.
In this stretch of time,
We're gripping onto each other
And expressing pent up feelings.

Conceivably, your lips are gripping points too.
Flowing with ecstasy,
You moan out my name,
Knowing I hang onto every word you say
And every sound you make.
I aim to break you,
As you do me,
In the best of ways.
If only for the moment,
Hold me firmly.
Where ever you choose to,
No matter how tight you hold on to me,
Whether your hands make their way from the top of my head,
To the surface of my neck, to deep within the skin of my back
Or to the sheets we sweated on, as you pierce the pillows with your teeth,
You won't be able to grasp what I'm doing to you,
Having giving me your gripping points.
~Brennan Brenoso

Half Full

Half Full

Let's,
Take our cups
And,
Raise them up
And,
Toast to the life that we're beginning to see.
Well,
I see you
And,
You see me
And,
I have a feeling something amazing is about to be.
So please,
Smile me your best
And,
I'll do the rest
And,
Meet me halfway every now and then.
I can,
Open you up
And,
Drink from your cup
And,
Still fill you back up to the top again.
I'm so,
Full of myself
And,
It's making you melt
And,
You have me believing that I have your key.
Well I,
Know that I do
And,
It will fit you
And,
I believe that we are fitting to see.
I've learned,
Positive times
And,
Positive minds
And,
Attraction leads to much greater events.
So,
Take my hand
And,
Let life show the plan
And,
If not now, it'll soon begin to make sense.

You and I,
Are merely children of the sky.
>Half full of ourselves? Yes!<
But still,
We're searching for the wings to this poem,
To fly us back home.

-Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"

Hate Me

Hate Me

Hate me!
If that's the only way to get over me,
Take it!
Don't look back!
Because if you do,
You'll see me.
I'll still be standing here.
Too sure to move on.
So you have too.
We both know the deal
And you picked the best option,
On our once abundant table of choices.
Now, dusty and bleak, it erodes in the dark.
As did our other decisions.
I'm tired of always breaking your heart-
With loving words of sincerity;
With raw feelings unmatched by any other;
With the given sensations that seemed nothing but ethereal.
All misconstrued by your insecurities.
And my ego,
My ego never stays idle
When you come to me on your terms.
There's only but so much time
That my mind has,
Before it no longer enshrines
And wonders of your past.
It happened so many times before.
Leaving us oso sad.
Like you once had writ above your wrist.
I'm beginning to envision the "oso"
Invisibly dripping like a slit.
Yet, I keep still
Seeming as if I'm waiting for your return.
But I'm not.
Really, I'm not.
I'm just keeping that part of me alive.
Intricately, I keep record of my growth,
Through you.
Naturally allowing a bed for you,
Whenever you do,
Make your way, and
Come back.
So what do we do,
With these irregulars cycles of tainted love?
I want you to be happy
And there isn't much I can do-
I'm stuck in my ways.
But you figured it out-
Or, suitably put,
You figured a way out.
In order to move on
And not fall again,
And again..
You have to hate me!
More than you ever loved me!
Hate me baby.
Hate me!

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"

All The Wrong Questions

All The Wrong Questions

With one lonely tear-

Purposely asking the wrong questions.

I just want to know how you are?

Along with the old people, places, and things in your life then?

How are you and them, now?

School, the family, the house, the crew;

I don't want the new.

Just give me what I knew.

Even though I know

If I ask the right questions,

I'll get the right answers.

But now,

I move around them like a timid dancer.

Still you hint that there is something unfamiliar to me

Something not from the past,

Someone..

But in those moments,

I run from- how's that for a conundrum?

I also wanted to tell you how I felt-

Being so distant-

But in that time we were apart,

I gravitated towards your existence.

I also wanted to tell you how I was wrong-

Being so persistent-

With my own selfishness.

Don't speak-Just listen.

I also wanted to tell you

Nothing is or was better-

Besides how I see you-

In that time you and I weren't together.

I really just wanted to tell that "I Love You"

And doing so,

I intendedly asked all the wrong questions.

Not to get your responses,

Just wanted you to listen.

And I ended up listening

To answers that had no life

The words that were missing.

My heart's

Death

Sentence..

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"

My Obsession w/ Control

My Obsession w/ Control

I have an obsession,

With control.

It is sort of compulsive.

When reaching a tipping point,

I react in this order-

Composure takes over;

I collect my mental notions and emotions;

& suppression- Yes, I suppress them.

Only way not to explode-

Like I used too.

I want to be all out of bombs..

Because sometimes I didn't aim them..

I didn't even throw them..

This control,

I conditioned myself-

For myself.

Not meant for anyone else.

& I'll keep it like that.

This discipline is mines

& mine alone.

So be sure,

To control yours;

Don't open closed doors.

"PoetsTruMental"

After Thought

After Thought (03-02-07)

You gave life to the man within me.
I offered you the world and put my heart in your hands-
which brought a smile to your face
every time you did picture an “us”.
Our dialogues had a poetic sensation to them.
It brought us to the same plateau in so many ways-
I’m talking mentally, emotionally, and sensually uplifting.
I always knew what was in your heart-
a picture of me imprinted along the walls,
growing more deep-seated and detailed with every beat.
But your mind-
your mind was a more fragile place.
I never did entertain the idea of manipulating minds-
only the heart;
to me, it is a more genuine fixture
and I never did like impeding on thoughts.
I let your mind ponder its own path-
as I do every other.
Which I come to realize,
was my Achilles.
What was in your head intrigued me-
but I didn’t want to intrude.
Every day I wondered-
What was going on in there?
What thoughts did it encompass?
Being too careful has its faults.
See, the mind is intertwined with Love-
it is the equal to the Heart.
I call it Emotion’s Rationale.
Had I known this then,
I would have attempted to influence it-
With equal sincerity I did your Heart.
Because in your mind,
you did not see us together;
you had another vision for us.
Something you thought more everlasting-
Friends.
Even though I was ingrained in your heart,
I locked myself out of your mind.
Until this day,
I still wonder what was on your mind;
and why I was not included.
Now when I see you-
within another world
with another Heart in hand.
I see your thoughts through your eyes
and I hear it in your words.
I understand both levels of Love now-
I know I’m in your heart-
I know I’m in your mind-
But this time,
I am your After Thought.
The thought that was too late.

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"